I've been
pressing the thoughts
of us
between forehead and knee
rolling them down
from pomelo
to marble

I've been
slowly running my mouth
from shoulder
to elbow
letting long breaths
take in the scent of you
lingering there
on me

you've proven to be
the only thing
I can't harness into a poem,
your like a wild horse
that leads me into
foreign grounds
with finger-petal trails
your hands stretch my body
across the bounds
of your territory

I am lost
to your dark eyes,
in the abyss
you somehow do not stir
in the world
that clings to them

you stand against
my best intentions
like a wall
that only leans in
when you kiss me

my chest rises
with the fire inside you
uniting the ache and the cure
with the sepulture
of your lips

but you leave me
by morning
with ashes
in my bed

you leave me
at night
with marbles
on my desk.

~

11/06/2007

Author's Note:

Posted on 11/07/2007
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